There was something strange
about her.

It was a though she had a part of every woman
somewhere in her.

One, but many.
Consequently, she likes almost everyone
and everyone liked her,
especially men.

She liked the fact that she was liked
especially by men.

However, she only loved one man,
over and over again.

One man whose face was always
changing.

This was very confusing for her.
At times the man was dark,
other times fair.

It was difficult
to get to know him.

In the beginning
she asked the same questions,
but he constantly changed the answers.

Frustrated
she gave up asking questions
all together.


She tried to let her eyes
of every women ask the questions.

The man enjoyed being questioned this way
but continued to give
different answers
anyway.

With every blink
of her eyes of every woman
she changed
from one woman to the next.

At, which point
the man began to babble
in amazement.

Answering questions she never asked,
saying things she
never wanted to hear.

With her eyes swelling,
she would wrap her arms herself
and tears would begin to fall.

The man would try to
console her
to no avail.

When her storm had passed
the man had
once more gone through a metamorphosis.

Her eyes sparked again
as the sky after a storm.

He was his tender self again.

How could she have doubted him,
for he too was
every man.

WOW! goodone! I liked this, very awesome. SMiles

thank you much!

I like this. You know that we are suppose to be all one. So I think your on the mark.

I just really like it!